C9 Search for Clues

About an hour later, Martial Uncle and I arrived at the address that Brother Li had given us. There was a plaque with the words "Silkworm Nourishing Village" hanging high in the distance.

We got out of the car and walked along the only cement road leading to the village. I originally wanted to drive the car in, but Martial Uncle insisted on getting out of the car. He said he ate too much in the car and had a little bit of food. Thus, he had to get down and digest it.

When I entered the village, I smelled a faint and fresh scent. Martial Uncle said that silkworms would pick fresh mulberry leaves for the silkworm baby to eat every day, so the smell of the air is that of mulberry leaves.

Seeing that the door of the house was open, he saw that there was a large shelf inside the house. There were many woven bamboo baskets placed on top of it, and the edges of the bamboo baskets revealed many green leaves.

Martial Uncle went forward to talk to the old woman who was sitting at the door. "Big Sister, this is the silkworms raised by your family. Can I go in and take a look?"

This old woman was very warm and hospitable. She hurriedly smiled and greeted us. "You two are the bosses of the city, right? I saw you parked your car at the entrance of the village from far away. Come in and take a look. The silkworms that I raise are fat and fat. My family is not the biggest silkworms in the village, but the best silkworms. "

Martial Uncle grunted and agreed to go in. I followed behind like a lackey. However, Martial Uncle is very good at molding his tone, plus his fat belly. He looks like the type of upstart boss who only knows how to fish and meat every day.

After entering the room, the old woman assumed the role of commentator. "This is the silkworm room. All the silkworms on this shelf are my family's silkworms. Look, all of them are so pretty."

I looked inside the bamboo baskets and saw that there was a layer of green mulberry leaves on the ground of the bamboo baskets. On top of the mulberry leaves were numerous white silkworms densely crawling. It was indeed as she said. Every one of them was white and fat, but I couldn't tell how cute these little things were. Her soft body twisted and turned, making people feel uncomfortable.

But Martial Uncle seems to have a completely different feeling from me. He actually stretches out his hand and places one of them in his palm and looks back and forth. The old woman smiled and said, "At first glance, I saw that this boss is someone who knows silkworm. He looked at it in such detail."

I also imitate his Martial Uncle and look at the silkworm baby that is twisting and turning in his hand. But after looking at it for a long time, I am unable to see anything.

Martial Uncle put the silkworm back into the basket and said to the woman, "Big Sister, you raised this silkworm so well. Is it the family that raised silkworms the longest in this village?"

The woman smiled and said, "Our ancestors have raised silkworms for generations. If we talk about it for a long time... Each family has raised silkworms for a very long period of time. If we talk about the longest period of time... The house at the back of the village, which was a very old house, was the one with the longest and most experience raising silkworms in the village. However, a few years ago, something happened in his family and the whole family died. He was the only one left. Perhaps because he was too sad, he gradually stopped raising silkworms. He's also the only family in our village that doesn't care about raising silkworms. Now, he can only rely on the government's assistance to barely survive. "

I asked curiously, "Then what happened to his family at that time? Why is his entire family gone?"

The old woman said, "I'm not too sure about that either. However, at that time, this matter caused quite a stir. His family's surname was Yang, and his ancestors were all silkworms. It was said that during the Qing Dynasty, The materials that the Yang family raised were directly tribute to the Palace, so it was also a local wealthy family. The woman he married was also a rich girl, but not a Han. She seemed to be from some clan in the south. In any case, she was quite rich. Later on, she gave birth to a pair of children. Although her life was not as rich as her ancestors', But they are much better than ordinary people like us... But suddenly, one day... His house suddenly lost its fire, and his whole family was buried in a sea of fire. He was the only one who survived because he went to the city to talk business. "

I wanted to go to the house with the surname Yang to take a look, but for some reason, my Uncle-Master had so much to talk to this old woman about starting up a family and chatting happily.

I don't have anything to talk about with them. I took out my cigarette and went to wait for him under the big tree by myself.

After a while, Uncle-Master came to look for me. That old woman also went back to look at the silkworm. "Martial Uncle, what are you guys talking about? I don't know who is the one talking about the proper business, but it's more important to talk about it there."

"What do you know? I just want to ask more details and understand more. Alright, let's go." Uncle-Master didn't want to argue with me. He directly walked along the road towards the innermost row of houses.

If it wasn't for the old woman's reminder, the two of them wouldn't have believed that the so-called last row of houses was actually like this.

There were about four or five brick houses connected together, and there were obvious traces of fire outside the houses. There weren't many tiles on the roof that were complete. Most of them were half a piece. The windows were made of wood, and they were made of paper. It was obvious that the paper was not new. It had turned yellow due to the wind and rain.

These few houses looked like they were on the verge of collapse, as if they could be blown away by a gust of wind. However, in the courtyard in front of the house, there was an extremely thick tree. The mulberry tree had lush branches and leaves. Looking at this mulberry tree, Lin Feng guessed that it would be at least a hundred years old.

Although the house was dilapidated, the yard was very well managed. There were some side dishes planted around the yard, and each side dish was green and sparkling. It could be seen that the owner had planted it with his heart.

Lin Feng stopped at the entrance of the yard and shouted loudly, "May I ask if Uncle Yang is home? Is Uncle Yang home?"

After shouting for about ten minutes, the door to the nearest room in the courtyard was opened. This wooden door might have been disrepair for a long time, but when it was opened, the sound was exceptionally loud. The creaking sound made one's scalp tingle.

An old man with a wrinkled face walked out from inside. He wore a faded blue long-sleeved shirt and an army-green pair of pants. His hair had almost fallen off, and his somewhat blackened scalp was slightly shining under the sunlight.

"You are Uncle Yang who lives here?" Lin Feng asked her to confirm.

Old Yang nodded and said, "I am. What business do you two have with me? However, I can't help you with anything. I am too old, so old that I can't do anything. " At the end of his words, there was a hint of sadness in his tone.

After walking for such a long period of time, his senior uncle was tired of walking with his fat body. He was sweating all over. Now, he only wanted to drink some water. He said to Old Yang, "Do you have any water in your house? I'm so thirsty that my throat is smoking."

Old Yang hesitated for a moment, but he still let them into the room.

The moment I entered the house, I felt that the temperature suddenly went from high to low. Just now, it was still a little hot, but now I want to wear a coat.